Age Gives & Age Steals
by Gabe Redel
Talking to grandma on the phone
was peaceful.
She told me stories about puppies
racing around.
And she spoke about old friends
that I knew.
She went on happily.
Rarely did she complain.
She told the truth about her health.
Tears hit her eyes when she spoke
about the grandson she missed.
She told how he
was still a part of the family conversations.
When I spoke to her
I wasn’t bored once.
I did not have anxiety.
I was thankful,
like the same feeling that comes
when holding an infant,
but it was not me
holding her.
It was her holding me.
Age is going to take her
away from me one day,
but it was also age
that gave me such a wonderful person
whom I call grandma.